This is a song about "Wicked family"

I've got health and family,

What them tippers don't see

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

My wicked ways are like a vicious vice

We're living in a fantasy

Now i'm missin my family

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Home of the free and land of the wicked

Self designated wicked critical closer

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

I just want somebody i can see

Or even near to my family

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit